Pennies in the plenty

Learning to pinch pennies, especially when you aint got many in the land of plenty…

as the gravy is sopped up
by the greedy, ill gotten,
smelly bad men…
who soil their trousers
and talk incoherently
in all caps,
wearing ones made
in China… like a lame
or hypocrite.

No hee hees
from yours truly
as I moonwalk prose
from the ether
putting pepper
on words
like chef to Salmon,
cook them up
like a Croquette,
this a test…
this poetry
of the ethereal
allow me to
set the table
and fill your
hunger pangs
by way of
third book
by way of noble lanes
of Chicago
and Mary lands
of the waters edge,
where I honed
the craft of extracting
light from dark places…
empath who
converts that
which is weaponized
to destroy,
divorced from
the notions
of defeat.